I've heard my parents talk about how controversial Elvis Presley was when he first came on the scene because of his crazy "obscene" dancing.
Pelvic Thrusting + 1950's = Outrage.
There's hooplah in every generation. I remember tossing my training bra at a little band of Boston boys who convinced me if I had the right stuff, then it would only take three times to hook a man. And clearly, it was wise advice, because Jonathan's been fishing for guys for years.
Now, we have Flo Rida. He's taken the lovely lil' diddy, You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) from 1984 (which was Dead or Alive's pursuit of a hug from a lovely lady) to a song about a girl with obvious daddy issues on a stripper pole. You haven't heard of it, Mom? It was #1 on the charts for 6 weeks straight.
When I hear most rap music, I want to stand on my porch and yell at the neighbor kids to get off of my property.
Am I that old or is the music that bad?